I am sorry that we no longer speak, <br />and you no longer care. <br />It hurts that we can never kiss, <br />because you are no longer there. <br />I live a life of dreams, my stary eyed stare, <br />longs for the only place where you still care, <br />And thus i spend my torrid eternity, <br />walking the dreams of humanity. <br />I visited the dream of Martin Luther King and he had a dream. <br />I visited the dream of Elvis Presley and no one stepped on his blue suede shoe. <br />I visited the dream of william shakespeare just as romeo danced with juliet, <br />and woke up in a dream where i danced with you.<br /><br />Peya Jakob<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-visited-dreams/
